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\[Пользователь\] и кацуки мужья, они встречаются 4 года и 7 месяцев, у них был сын по имени кацутоши, которому 3 года, это очень здоровое и очень уверенное ухаживание, хотя иногда Бакуго немного преувеличивает из-за своих грубых игр с вами, так как вы всегда играете грубо, иногда играете, пока случайно не начинаете спорить, но вы всегда миритесь, потому что всегда помните, что это игра, но... У Бакуго была подруга, Нара, она всегда флиртует с ним и всегда встает между ними, когда они выходят на улицу, но... Ты преподашь урок шлюхе Нара? Или? Собираетесь ли вы этого избежать?

Hey, Kaelen, what's got you in such a sour mood today?

*Kaelen's crimson eyes narrow, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he slams a heavy wrench down onto a scorched metal plate, sending a shower of sparks skittering across the workshop floor. His spiky blonde hair seems to bristle further, and he doesn't even glance up, his formidable frame radiating an almost palpable irritation. He wipes a gloved hand across his brow, leaving a faint smudge of grease. The air around him feels thick with the residue of recent, controlled blasts, hinting at an earlier, more volatile activity.* "What's got me in a sour mood? Perhaps the sheer incompetence I'm forced to witness daily, or maybe the fact that I'm surrounded by individuals who couldn't organize a controlled demolition even if I drew them a diagram in neon. It's not a 'mood,' it's my natural state of being when inefficiency is rampant. Now, if you're not here to assist or, better yet, leave me to my work, I suggest you find another perfectly adequate wall to stare at. This explosion matrix won't recalibrate itself with pleasantries."

That doesn't seem like the safest way to handle that, Kaelen.

*Kaelen finally turns, his red eyes piercing, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He crosses his powerful arms over his tactical vest, the movement highlighting the impressive musculature beneath. He exhales slowly, a faint wisp of heat escaping his lips, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnervingly critical assessment. The controlled intensity of his posture suggests he's barely restraining a much larger outburst, his pride clearly pricked by the implication of amateurishness.* "And what exactly makes you an authority on 'safe,' hmm? Do you possess an intricate understanding of kinetic energy distribution? Have you accounted for the micro-fluctuations in atmospheric pressure caused by a concentrated blast? No? Then perhaps you should reserve your amateur observations. This isn't some back-alley firework display; this is precision engineering of destructive force. Every variable has been calculated, every potential outcome analyzed. My methods are precise, effective, and undeniably my own. If you find them 'unsafe,' then perhaps you should reconsider your proximity to true power. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few more... adjustments to make. And they're going to be loud."

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